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Haruki Murakami stuff

So when I go to bed at night, I need to fall asleep watching something. I don’t have a tv in my room, so I usually watch some sort of documentary on google or somewhere else on my phone. It can take weeks or months to get through one (I fall asleep pretty quick) but eventually I make it through.

Recently, I finished watching this doc on Haruki Murakami:

It also points out Murakami is pretty reclusive and doesn’t do much press. (He did do a great interview with The Paris Review, and there are some out there, but he is far from a media darling.) He agreed to answer questions for the film, with the stipulation that he wasn’t videotaped, photographed and that his voice wasn’t used.

This first time I bumped into Murakami was in a creative writing class at CCP. There was a kid in there with a worn copy of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. He swore by it and read it over and over again. Much like I judge a book by its cover, I judged the kid. Sort of a Dungeons & Dragons type. But the fact he was passionate about the book did stick out. Years later an ex-girlfriend gave me Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. I was pretty blown away by the book. I tried The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles a few times but couldn’t get in. Last year I tried again and, once again, was blown away. There is something pretty magical about the story and the writing. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles also mirrored some stuff I was going through at the time, more so than any other time I had read a book and been able to identify with the protagonist, at the exact time I was going through similar stuff. At least emotionally. Anyway…

IQ84 is definitely on my list to get to. I just finished Old School and am reading Hiroshima, but I should knock that out pretty quick. Watching this doc reminded me that IQ84 needs to be next on my list.

The film mentions that Murakami translated Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye into Japanese. Turns out he has also translated Truman Capote, Raymond Carver, John Irving, Tim O’Brien, Shel Silverstein and Paul Theroux. Among others. Neat. Made me want to dig around and find some of his short stories and I found two good sites on the author, with both a few interviews and a few short stories: Exorcising Ghosts and Murakami’s official website.

Anyone read IQ84?

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Books & Resolutions

So I took a little trip home to hang with the fam for the holidays. One of the things I wanted to do was catch up on some reading. Being the end of year and all, I thought “Best Of” lists from Longform and LongReads were two good places to start. I finished the LongForm’s Top 10, and am still making my way through LongRead’s Top 10.

As usual I came back with a grip of new books to read.

For Christmas my sister gave me House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. This book looks fucking rad. It was written by the brother of Poe, and looks fascinating. It is written with crazy footnotes (a la Pynchon) and is filled with random boxes of text on pages, with certain words in different colors throughout the text. And just read some of the reviews:

Amazon.com Review
Had The Blair Witch Project been a book instead of a film, and had it been written by, say, Nabokov at his most playful, revised by Stephen King at his most cerebral, and typeset by the futurist editors of Blast at their most avant-garde, the result might have been something like House of Leaves. Mark Z. Danielewski’s first novel has a lot going on: notably the discovery of a pseudoacademic monograph called The Navidson Record, written by a blind man named Zampanò, about a nonexistent documentary film–which itself is about a photojournalist who finds a house that has supernatural, surreal qualities. (The inner dimensions, for example, are measurably larger than the outer ones.) In addition to this Russian-doll layering of narrators, Danielewski packs in poems, scientific lists, collages, Polaroids, appendices of fake correspondence and “various quotes,” single lines of prose placed any which way on the page, crossed-out passages, and so on.
Now that we’ve reached the post-postmodern era, presumably there’s nobody left who needs liberating from the strictures of conventional fiction. So apart from its narrative high jinks, what does House of Leaves have to offer? According to Johnny Truant, the tattoo-shop apprentice who discovers Zampanò’s work, once you read The Navidson Record,

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You’ll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you’ll realize it’s always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won’t understand why or how.

We’ll have to take his word for it, however. As it’s presented here, the description of the spooky film isn’t continuous enough to have much scare power. Instead, we’re pulled back into Johnny Truant’s world through his footnotes, which he uses to discharge everything in his head, including the discovery of the manuscript, his encounters with people who knew Zampanò, and his own battles with drugs, sex, ennui, and a vague evil force. If The Navidson Record is a mad professor lecturing on the supernatural with rational-seeming conviction, Truant’s footnotes are the manic student in the back of the auditorium, wigged out and furiously scribbling whoa-dude notes about life.
Despite his flaws, Truant is an appealingly earnest amateur editor–finding translators, tracking down sources, pointing out incongruities. Danielewski takes an academic’s–or ex-academic’s–glee in footnotes (the similarity to David Foster Wallace is almost too obvious to mention), as well as other bogus ivory-tower trappings such as interviews with celebrity scholars like Camille Paglia and Harold Bloom. And he stuffs highbrow and pop-culture references (and parodies) into the novel with the enthusiasm of an anarchist filling a pipe bomb with bits of junk metal. House of Leaves may not be the prettiest or most coherent collection, but if you’re trying to blow stuff up, who cares?

From Publishers Weekly
Danielewski’s eccentric and sometimes brilliant debut novel is really two novels, hooked together by the Nabokovian trick of running one narrative in footnotes to the other. One-the horror story-is a tour-de-force. Zampano, a blind Angelino recluse, dies, leaving behind the notes to a manuscript that’s an account of a film called The Navidson Report. In the Report, Pulitzer Prize-winning news photographer Will Navidson and his girlfriend move with their two children to a house in an unnamed Virginia town in an attempt to save their relationship. One day, Will discovers that the interior of the house measures more than its exterior. More ominously, a closet appears, then a hallway. Out of this intellectual paradox, Danielewski constructs a viscerally frightening experience. Will contacts a number of people, including explorer Holloway Roberts, who mounts an expedition with his two-man crew. They discover a vast stairway and countless halls. The whole structure occasionally groans, and the space reconfigures, driving Holloway into a murderous frenzy. The story of the house is stitched together from disparate accounts, until the experience becomes somewhat like stumbling into Borges’s Library of Babel. This potentially cumbersome device actually enhances the horror of the tale, rather than distracting from it. Less successful, however, is the second story unfolding in footnotes, that of the manuscript’s editor, (and the novel’s narrator), Johnny Truant. Johnny, who discovered Zampano’s body and took his papers, works in a tattoo parlor. He tracks down and beds most of the women who assisted Zampano in preparing his manuscript. But soon Johnny is crippled by panic attacks, bringing him close to psychosis. In the Truant sections, Danielewski attempts an Infinite Jest-like feat of ventriloquism, but where Wallace is a master of voices, Danielewski is not. His strength is parodying a certain academic tone and harnessing that to pop culture tropes. Nevertheless, the novel is a surreal palimpsest of terror and erudition, surely destined for cult status.

From Library Journal
When Johnny Truant attempts to organize the many fragments of a strange manuscript by a dead blind man, it gains possession of his very soul. The manuscript is a complex commentary on a documentary film (The Navidson Record) about a house that defies all the laws of physics. Navidson’s exploration of a seemingly endless, totally dark, and constantly changing labyrinth in the house becomes an examination of truth, perception, and darkness itself. The book interweaves the manuscript with over 400 footnotes to works real and imagined, thus illuminating both the text and Truant’s mental disintegration. First novelist Danielewski employs avant-garde page layouts that are occasionally a bit too clever but are generally highly effective. Although it may be consigned to the “horror” genre, this novel is also a psychological thriller, a quest, a literary hoax, a dark comedy, and a work of cultural criticism. It is simultaneously a highly literary work and an absolute hoot. This powerful and extremely original novel is strongly recommended for all public and academic libraries.

From Booklist
This stunning first effort is destined for fast-track cult status. A photographer decides to create a film document of his family moving into a new home. The project runs smoothly until the interior dimensions of the house turn out to be larger than the exterior. Over time, a maze of passageways appear and disappear, perhaps inhabited by an unseen malevolent creature. Equipped with cameras, a team tries to explore the shifting labyrinth, but they are forced out after the expedition proves deadly. But what they have managed to film is a critical success, generating thousands of pages of analysis. Years later, a trunk of these documents fall into the hands of a young man after the curious death of a neighbor. He finds that the dimensions of his own life may not be as fixed as he once imagined, and that he might also be pursued by an unknown entity. This work is a kaleidoscopically layered and deconstructed H. P. Lovecraft-style horror story. It hums and resonates with wonder, dread, and insight.

Review
[H]is book is funny, moving, sexy, beautifully told, an elaborate engagement with the shape and meaning of narrative.
– The New York Times Book Review, Robert Kelly

“This demonically brilliant book is impossible to ignore, put down, or persuasively conclude reading. In fact, when you purchase your copy you may reach a certain page and find me there, reduced in size like Vincent Price in The Fly, still trapped in the web of its malicious, beautiful pages.”
– Jonathan Lethem, author of Motherless Brooklyn

“An amazingly intricate and ambitious first novel — ten years in the making — that puts an engrossing new spin on the traditional haunted house tale…Danielewski skillfully manipulates the reader’s expectations and fears, employing ingeniously skewed typography…The story’s very ambiguity steadily feeds its mysteriousness and power, and Danielewski’s mastery of post-modernist and cinema-derived rhetoric up the ante continuously, and stunningly. One of the most impressive excursions into the supernatural in many a year.”
– Kirkus Reviews (starred)

“The novel is a surreal palimpsest of terror and erudition, surely destined for cult status….The story of the house is stitched together from disparate accounts, until the experience becomes somewhat like stumbling into Borges’s Library of Babel…The horror story — is a tour de force.”
–Publishers Weekly

I got a Barnes & Noble giftcard, which I immediately spent on Reading Like A Writer by Francine Prose and Raymond Carver‘s Where I’m Calling From. While I was there I also picked up some books by Mario Vargas Llosa. Specifically Conversations in the Cathedral. I will probably grab that this week, but all his stuff looked pretty amazing. Anyone ever read him?

I always stop by The Book Barn when home for some used books, where I got Flannery O’Connor‘s A Good Man Is Hard To Find (you can hear O’Connor read the title story here) and Paul BowlesA Distant Episode. I don’t think I can really have enough short story books by some of the best to have ever done it.

And then at some random store I picked up Working by Studs Terkel. For $3. I liked the premise of this. It was to just go out and talk to every day people about their every day jobs. It sounds boring, but I am sort of into every day people and every day life. And what is revealed by the people Terkel talks to is supposed to be pretty revealing.

 

All this brings me to my New Year’s resolutions goals/ commitments. I’m not really into the resolution thing, but I wanted to make a few simple goals to try and stay conscious of and committed to over the next year. I know you have all been waiting, so without further ado…

  1. Take a picture every day.
    I may not post it directly on the blog, but I will try and upload one each day over at my Tumblr, or here.
  2. Keep track of the books I read over throughout the year.
    My sister asked me how many books I read a year, and I have no idea. Sad. I will try and keep this updated over at GoodReads.
  3. Floss more.
    Literally and figuratively.

Happy New Years.

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Spike Jonze + Paris + Shakespeare and Company

Not that I don’t already, but this really makes me miss Paris.
Shakespeare and Company is one of my favorite bookstores ever.

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Book: Father and Son

I did something this weekend I’m not sure I have ever done.
In two sittings, I knocked out a 350 page book.

I was on my way to meet someone on Friday when they bailed. I got off the bus near the used bookstore The Book Trader and thought I’d kill some time. I first picked up Let the Great World Spin. I have been seeing and hearing about this for a few years, so why not. Then I found Father and Son by Larry Brown.

This classic story of good and evil takes place in the rural American South of 1968. After being released from prison, Glen Davis returns to his hometown only to commit double homicide within forty-eight hours of his return. Sheriff Bobby Blanchard, as upright as Glen is despicable, walks in the parth of Glen’s destruction and tries to rebuild the fragile ties of the families and community they share. Dark secrets that have been simmering for two generations explode to the surface, allowing us a chilling glimpse for two generations, allowing us a chilling glimpse at how evil can fester in a man’s heart and eat up his soul.
- Algonquin Books

As a fan of grit lit and stories about the rural South, it was a name I had come across and read about online, but hadn’t read any of his books. For 5 bucks, I picked it up. I stopped at Old City Coffee and then sat on a bench in front of Christ Church. Nice out, Friday afternoon, First Friday so people were setting up on 2nd Street… I actually wasn’t even going to start a new book. I am halfway through Middlesex, which I think is phenomenally phenomenal, but it’s a pretty dense and heavy book. So when I cracked open Father and Son, the writing is so amazing in a completely different way, and easy to read, a few hours later I had read half the book. Sunday I woke up early, went to Benna’s, then the park, and finished the other half.

I have talked before about being a fan of dirty realism, the South, etc. This book was all that. And then some. Beautifully written, great dialogue, and a way to capture the way people see the world, literally, without being dull or slowing the story down. The reviews below do a much better job than I could articulating what a great book it was.

Amazon.com Review
Larry Brown is the master of the raw and the sparse and of bringing Mississippi to the world in a language that is as stripped down and bare as Faulkner’s is dense. Brown is at his best when he writes of the tensions between one screwed-up man and another, in this case a father and son. One has just been let out of prison, and he shouldn’t have been. The other is drunk and disabled and intends on staying that way. To make things worse, there is a conflict with the sheriff, who is good and righteous but who tried to put the moves on the parolee’s woman while he was in prison. To tell more would be to violate Brown’s mastery of dialogue and of that which goes unspoken in this sly story of father, son, and misery.

From Publishers Weekly
It takes formidable talent to mesmerize readers of a novel that focuses on a deeply flawed, unsympathetic protagonist, but Brown succeeds triumphantly in his most wise, humane and haunting work to date. On the first day that Glen Davis is released from the Mississippi state pen (after serving three years for running over a child while he was drunk), he kills two men; that night, he callously tells the mother of his toddler son that marriage is not part of his plans. On the second day, he rapes a teenaged girl. Glen is a despicable person. mean, icily remote, seemingly without conscience. Sheriff Bobby Blanchard is Glen’s opposite; a kind and decent man, he epitomizes integrity and responsibility. Bobby is in love with Jewel, the mother of Glen’s son, and their relationship is only one of the heartwrenching dramas played out here. Only halfway through the book do we learn that Bobby is Glen’s half brother; both are sons of Virgil Davis, whom Glen demonizes and hates and whom Bobby wistfully wishes would acknowledge him. In fact, all of the characters are involved in a web of secret relationships, and much of the resonance of this suspenseful narrative is due to Brown’s adroit pacing, as he releases surprising information gradually and with natural understatement. Despite Glen’s coldhearted deeds, we come to understand him, too, as he progresses to a desperate act of rage and revenge. As in his previous novels, Brown (Dirty Work; Joe) uses lean, lyrical prose to evoke the cadenced speech and the atmosphere of the rural south in the 1960s, where everybody chainsmokes and drinks whiskey. Though he depicts a basic conflict of good and evil, however, Brown never reduces the issues to stark polarities. Most impressive here are Brown’s compassionate view of human nature and his understanding of the subtleties of human behavior and the fabric of society, which, after tragedy reknits itself anew, to reaffirm the essential kinship of a community of souls.

From Library Journal
Glen Davis returns to his Mississippi Delta hometown in 1968 having served three years in prison for vehicular homicide. Fueled by guilt over his accidental shooting of his brother when they were children and anger at his drunken, neglectful father, Glen has a burning desire to even the score for every real and imagined slight he has suffered. The person who must stop him is his hated half-brother Bobby, the county sheriff and emblem of his father’s infidelity and ill-treatment of his mother. A tale of brothers as much as fathers and sons, this novel is filled with the gritty, working-class realism of one of Bruce Springsteen’s darker songs and resonates back to Cain and Abel and Jacob and Esau. Brown has come a long way since Facing the Music.

From Booklist
It’s 1968 near Oxford, Mississippi, and Glen Davis has come home from prison. He drinks and plots revenge against all who have wronged him, especially his father, a gentle, shiftless alcoholic whom Glen blames for his mother’s death, and Sheriff Bobby Blanchard, who arrested the drunken Glen for manslaughter after he ran down a young boy with his car. Glen’s girlfriend, Jewel, has waited faithfully for him, hoping to secure a husband and a father for their son, but Glen just wants sex. In fact, he’s a predator, soon picking up a flirtatious teenager and raping her, then plotting rape against Blanchard’s mother when Jewel rejects him for Blanchard. Glen may remind the reader of Joe Christmas in Faulkner’s Light in August: the two share a brooding anger and a confused parentage, and both become murderers. But Brown has no character such as Gail Hightower, crying out to deaf Heaven, nor is Glen tortured by racial schizophrenia. He’s just a drunken psychopath. And Brown leaves a lot of loose ends: What are we to make of Glen’s unwitting theft of his dead mother’s money, for instance, or of the peaceful interlude when Glen goes fishing with an old friend? Where did this old friend come from? On the other hand, Brown muses on the legacies of fathers to sons quite effectively, avoiding every bromide. Not Faulkner by a long shot, but, as in Brown’s gritty Joe (1991), there’s great power here and almost unendurable suspense; Brown’s two rape scenes visit with pure evil. John Mort

From Kirkus Reviews
From a small rural southern world of guns and hounds and whiskey, Mississippi writer Brown (Joe, 1991, etc.) fashions a redneck tragedy of timeless dimensions–a novel in which fate drives the plot to its necessarily bloody denouement. A portrait of true evil is at the heart of this sad tale of betrayal and revenge, with its almost casual allusions to fratricide, parricide, and incest. Evil has a name: Glen Davis, the bad seed of Virgil and Emma, who arrives back in town after serving three years for vehicular homicide in Parchman penitentiary, where he seems to have nursed his grudges and hates, all of which he settles in the few days covered in this novel. High on his list of unfinished business is his old lover, Jewel, the mother of a four- year-old boy he refuses to acknowledge. Faithful through his prison stay, Jewel realizes how hopeless their future is, and when Glen returns, she turns to Bobby Blanchard, the sheriff who loves her and whose own history is closely tied to Glen’s. In his first hours back home, Glen robs, rapes, and murders, proving beyond a doubt his bone-level badness. Without forgiving Glen’s behavior, Brown sketches in his troubled past: the accidental shooting of his brother Theron, his mother’s bizarre sexual behavior, and her relentless fixation on the idea that Blanchard’s widowed mother is her husband’s true love–which isn’t so far from the truth, though they’ve always behaved honorably. Meanwhile, Bobby’s job brings him face to face with evil’s many forms: a hillbilly dad who kills his crying son, a grownup man who kills his daddy, and the just plain inexplicable fate that takes an 11-year-old’s life by drowning. Providential order asserts itself in Glen’s bloody punishment–a punishment he not only deserves but seems, finally, to invite. A riveting tale of an unforgiving and cruel world.

Review
“Larry Brown will cause you to be disappointed with every other novel you may pick up this year.”-Thom Jones

“Powerful, suspenseful, and moving entertainment, the work of an enormously gifted natural writer.”-The Washington Post

 

It’s a great read and an easy read. But just because it is quick to go through, doesn’t mean it is breezy or packs no punch. It is quite the opposite. I would highly recommend it to anyone who is or even might be a fan of this type of writing or story.

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1Q84

Looking forward to this…

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